Today, I noticed how dried flowers bleed on to paper when pressed, like a squeezed heart, between bindings of some old book. The petal confetti fell and I scrambled to save them from wild whip of a frenzied, humid-heavy flush of fan. I might have lost you in this attempted escape.
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A contest entry
- Prose by February Moon.
900 points, ended August 25, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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You say so much within these few lines of prose... and you say it so clearly. More like Soul reading between the lines...
"I might have lost you in this attempted escape."
Beatific!
I hear ya, my friend.
~ Nicholas
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Yes, I am very aware that I need to let go..would be his wish, his dearest prayer...but I am not quite ready...
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Amazing prose, I don't know what else to say other than that this is really good. Thank you for entering and good luck to you.
Chelsea
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ty so much for the trophy and the understanding.
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